You're in all of it, but they are not your friends. You're not a part of it. You put on their clothes, but it feels like pretend. You're not a part of it.
I have, I have all this time again. We could rest until we're blind again. Wasted friends all come to pass again.
Wait up, you can't be leading all of us.
The only thing you see in them Is that they're seen by you, They stand out from the others.
But you have all your friend inside of you. I could cut you up. You'd bleed out all your colors.